Bud’s Fairy-Tale (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies _now_No more yet!--But they _is_, I bet! 'Cause efThey _wuzn't_ Fairies, nen I' ...
James Whitcomb Riley Poems on Birds (40 Poems)
A Session With Uncle Sidney (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
IONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and ...
Told By “The Noted Traveler” (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Coming, clean from the Maryland-endOf this great National Road of ours,Through your vast West; with the time to spend,Stopping for ...
Noey Bixler (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Another hero of those youthful yearsReturns, as Noey Bixler's name appears.And Noey--if in any special way--Was notably good-natured.--Work or playHe ...
How John Quit The Farm (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on-- And ...
What The Wind Said (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
'I muse to-day, in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land;I close my eyes as a lover may At ...
The Speeding Of The King’s Spite (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
A king--estranged from his loving Queen By a foolish royal whim--Tired and sick of the dull routine Of matters surrounding him--Issued a ...
Almon Keefer (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and ...
Some Songs After Master Singers (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
ISONG With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! O the shepherd lad He is ne'er so glad As when he pipes, ...
Doc Sifers (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Of all the doctors I could cite you to in this-'ere town Doc Sifers is my favorite, jes' take him up ...
Fame (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
IOnce, in a dream, I saw a man With haggard face and tangled hair,And eyes that nursed as wild a care As ...
Mr. Hammond’s Parable–The Dreamer (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
IHe was a Dreamer of the Days: Indolent as a lazy breezeOf midsummer, in idlest ways Lolling about in the shade of ...
We Must Get Home (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
We must get home! How could we stray like this?--So far from home, we know not where it is,--Only in ...
An Old Sweetheart Of Mine (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,And muses on the faces of the friends that he ...
A’ Old Played-Out Song (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
It's the curiousest thing in creation, Whenever I hear that old song, "Do They Miss Me at Home?" I'm so bothered, My life ...
Has She Forgotten? (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I. Has she forgotten? On this very May We were to meet here, with the birds and bees, As on that Sabbath, underneath ...
A Dream Of Autumn (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Mellow hazes, lowly trailing Over wood and meadow, veiling Somber skies, with wildfowl sailing Sailor-like to foreign lands; And the north-wind overleaping Summer's brink, and ...
Right Here At Home (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Right here at home, boys, in old Hoosierdom, Where strangers allus joke us when they come, And brag o' _their_ old States ...
To Robert Burns (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Sweet Singer that I loe the maistO' ony, sin' wi' eager hasteI smacket bairn-lips ower the tasteO' hinnied sang,I hail ...
To The Judge (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_Friend of my earliest youth, Can't you arrange to come downAnd visit a ...
The Little Coat (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Here's his ragged "roundabout";Turn the pockets inside out:See; his pen-knife, lost to use,Rusted shut with apple-juice;Here, with marbles, top and ...
The Mulberry Tree (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mindAs I think of my childhood so long left behind;The home ...
A Tale Of The Airly Days (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Oh! tell me a tale of the airly days-- Of the times as they ust to be;"Piller of Fi-er" and "Shakespeare's ...
“Old Bob White” (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Old Bob White's a funny bird!-- Funniest you ever heard!-- Hear him whistle,--"Old--Bob--_White_!" You can hear him, clean from where He's 'way 'crosst the ...
To Hear Her Sing (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
To hear her sing--to hear her sing-- It is to hear the birds of Spring In dewy groves on blooming sprays Pour out ...
The Cyclone (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
So lone I stood, the very trees seemed drawn In conference with themselves.--Intense--intense Seemed everything;--the summer splendor on The sight,--magnificence! A babe's life might ...
The Rambo-Tree (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree-- It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!-- The bird sings low as the bumble-bee-- It's a long, ...
That Other Maud Muller (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Maud Muller worked at making hay,And cleared her forty cents a day.Her clothes were coarse, but her health was fine,And ...
Say Something To Me (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Say something to me! I've waited so long-- Waited and wondered in vain;Only a sentence would fall like a song Over this listening ...
The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The orchard lands of Long Ago!O drowsy winds, awake, and blowThe snowy blossoms back to me,And all the buds that ...